Page 80 of Prince Charming

“Yeah, Boss.” Judge replied.

“Yes.” Dix said sullenly.

It wasn’t hard to see he was struggling to rein himself in.

Tag bent his head to see the color of his eyes. “You okay?”

Everything Dix was doing lately said he wasn’t as interested as he once was in getting patched in.

The guy shrugged and Tag put a hand on his shoulder, then turned to Judge, who was a lot less hot headed in that moment. “You have bigger shit to be concentrating on, not getting into scraps. Next time it happens, you’ll be on a warning.”

“Got it, Boss.” He strode off and Tag turned to Dix. “You got a problem, Son?”

“Nah, just sick of this shit.”

“What shit?”

“Everything.” Then said, “can I go now?”

Emotion, wild and poisonous like a batch of crystal meth, looked back at Tag through Dix’s blank eyes.

Being Snake’s sponsor, he wondered if he knew why Dix was screwing up lately.

Young and stupid but keen as mustard not so long ago, he needed to harness his impulsiveness if he wanted the patch. A prospect needed to be relied on to do anything. Sometimes guarding an old lady. Right now, Tag wouldn’t trust Dix to watch a pot of piss.

“Yeah.” Tag answered. “You wanna talk, come find me.”

Now the ruckus was over, he switched his gaze to the reason he’d dropped by the club and flashed a smirk to Marianna.

He’d got his girl to his MC.

She approached, but looking at Dix, holding a medi-box kept behind the bar.

“Let me see your nose.” She told the younger guy, who looked a little in awe of her.

Tag didn’t blame him. She was fucking stunning.

But she was alsohis woman.

“I’m fine, ma’am.”

“My name is Marianna. Now stop being a child and let me look at your nose before you bleed a river on the floor. Sit down on this stool.”

Tag chuckled under his breath, watching Dix fall under her spell as his ass hit the stool.

She fussed over him like a mother, chastising him for fighting, cleaning him up. Luckily for Dix, nothing was broken.

“I think you’re gonna put the Butcher out of a job, darlin’.”

“He is your doctor,da?”

“Yeah, he patches up these kids when they get into scraps.”

“You should spar with Tag if you have excess energy to dispel.” She advised.

“Everyone knows who I am.”She’d protested when he’d told her he was bringing her to the clubhouse. After a lot of kissing until she softened with dreamy eyes, he let her know no one would mention shit to her. Not here five minutes, and she was taking care of one of their boys.

“Maybe you wanna help with my energy.” Dix smirked. Tag swerved his head so fast the thing nearly popped off his neck. “Get out, you shit, before I snap you in half.” He got gone, laughing.

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